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• Artiste: Nardo Wick
• Titre: Why
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Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me? Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me? I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up? Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street Me and every nigga 'round me full but we still eat They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep Ain't woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep Put my phone on DND whenever she around Maeke sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me? Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me? I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up? Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame Fuck a bitch, you better find a teflon hat Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back 'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg Tony, that's my big bro, he sold fentanyl You wanna know why I'm catchin' you? I played football Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your left ball (Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin') Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me? Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me? I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up? Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame